Life: Wander|Despair|Wonder.

In wander,
We stroll and discover,
The ebbs and flow
Of a portal, called life.
Life led to wander,
But what is lost in wander
Is irretrievably dispersed
In the realm of despair.

Despair indulged
The roar and flares
Of remnant life.
Indulged and forfeited
Every bit of the traces
To ever find back
The existing tracks.
Of life, or Wander.

What is lost in wander,
And diffused in despair,
Is buried, but alive in wonder.
For, now, life is a series of figment
Of ideation and daydreams
Of what once had been,
Or never been,
Nor ever could be.

In wonder,
Life is a splendor.
It thrives and sprue.
Through words and art
Or rhythms and thoughts.
For no imagination
Is to be torn and worn
In this land of grandeur.